Spurn Point.........

Walked the triangle. A Golen Oriole has been around but typically flighty and elusive. I came across two birders that were obviously twins and looked quite remarkably like Harry Enfield! Both of them! Ha. They really did, it was just great.

1 Fulmar
1 Marsh Harrier (cream-crown, south)
3 Sedge Warbler
1 Little Egret
2 Wheatear
2 Tim-nice-but-Dims (blogging)
14 Barwits went south, and
4 Greylags south was about the best of it.

Some regulars were viz-migging, and as ever check out the full list numbers on the website.
On arrival at the Warren, a Golden Oriole was singing in the bushes which had me straining my neck and eyeballs, alas to no avail. It was bright sunshine and the Humber foreshore would be an ideal suntrap for an Oriole wanting to express it's sexual urges to a passing female so I wandered whether it was sat out in view. I wondered over onto the shore and the bird flushed and perched not too far away. A few birders joined me and we had good views of a young male. Fucking nice, pet.

On the way back, I had a brief look around Easington where 2 Grey Partridge showed well and a Yellowhammer was doing a piss.



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Spurn. Hume's!

Went to Spurn. I think perhaps Greenish Warbler is a shit name for such a creature. Surely it's either Green or it isn't? Green-ish? What the fuck does that mean? Green-ish is sitting on the fence don't you agree? When Charles Darwin was inventing names for birds (it definately WAS him who named ALL birds so don't argue) when it came to this species he was a bit stuck.

"Hmmmmmm...........Green Warbler? no got one of those already.........Silvery-Green Warbler? nope that's a shite name..........[thinks....]...........Well it's sort of Green. Ish. Greenish! fuck it that'll do, I've still got half the passerines to do so fuck it".

So, a Green Ish reported yesterday up Beacon Lane had today been relocated, seen a bit better, called and metamorphosisted (get fucked) into a Hume's Leaf Yellow-browed Hume's Warbler.

Brief views after a long wait now meant I had to fuck off back to Hull to fit 3 windows as promised to the customer. Back to the van, pulled off from near the Bluebell and just glanced up Beacon where I saw a couple of lads with a trot-on (legging it). Better see what's going on. on re-arrival I found that they'd trapped the poor little bastard by encapsulating it in a net that it could not even see! After processing, in-the-hand views were had by all which included one photographer putting his quite large lens literally a millimetre from the bird. The assembled birders were happy but the Hume's was fucking shitting a brick.

Humeii

Hume's Warblers are actually as big as a Crow, so

how fucking massive does that make Paul's hand?

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Spurn. Again.

6 Wheateaters,
2 ChuffedChavs (they were pleased with themselves after stealing a moped in their burb caps),
1 Coocoo
439 White-throated Warblers
3 Stocked Doves went North
12 Meadow Bibidz
2 Little Turds
1 Sandwedge Turd
and some dog turds but not past the gate as dogs a strictly prohibited on the reserve.

Spurn

The morning started as normal. Small child awoke and shouted "Daddy........Mummy..........Daddy.........." so we all got up and watched the very educational Spongebob Squarepants who lives in a pineapple under the sea. Small child was taken, by van, to Grandparents for the day and I went off to do a few jobs then went to Spurn for a few hours. There was a Serin kicking about but I didn't see it.

(reader: why the fuck did we have to go through all that just to be told that you saw fuck all. What a fucking Nobhead).


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Possibly probable Monty's

A Monty's reported at Blacktoft Sands Royal Society for the Protection of Birds nature reserve but not seen since early morn. But not looked for since early morn apparently. Looked in a couple of hides first, which produced Avocets and displaying Marsh Harriers which was good. You could actually see the male's cocks if you viewed them at the right angle.

Went to have a look on the back fields where I thought a Monty's might like to live. Immediately, a distant slim harrier got up and flew low over the crop fields and went down fucking miles away pet.

I could not relocate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It goes down as a possible. Well, a probable. Well, I'm sure it was but I never clinched it let's say that. But whatever, is anyone really bothered?


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More.......

I maybe should've elaborated on yesterdays Alp a litttle more. I really like Alpine Swifts. Is anyone with me on this? They are top birds, in fact I think they are one of my favourite fucking birds in the whole wide world ever ever fucking ever and I fucking LOVE THEM! Jesus, calm down. They're alright.

What else are good? Well my favourite kind of seagull is the Lesser Black-backed Seagull, they're smart as fuck and are definately not as horrible as their big daft 'Greater' brothers.

Erm............Firecrests are mint........erm.....................Black Redstart anyone? Right little characters. And Spanish Yellow Wagtails are fucking magic!

Red-breasted Goose, there's another. I fucking love Red-breasted Geese, which is a very different sentence if you transpose the words "fucking" and "love".


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Al Pine

1^st May. Sat at home. Tinternet states ‘Alpine Swift, Barton. Showing well, fucking about and that’. In 10 minutes I was there watching it. It is/was great. I love Alps. That’s it.

That's me watching from afar but amazingly,

I haven't even got a hat on as you can see.

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